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I kept walking until I made it to my house. I glanced at my watch and noticed
that it was 4:15, almost time to meet David. But when I entered the house, I found a
note from my mom on the kitchen table. Tommy, David called and said he can't
make it tonight. We'll be home by 11:00. That was all it said. He went to the fridge
and took out one of the beer cans and went up to his room. He hadn't planned on
being distracted by Jason dropping by unexpectedly. So when the door bell rang,
he was startled out of what he was doing. Without thinking, he left the can on his
desk and went to open the door. "Uh, hi Jase." I said, started by his unexpected
visit. He smiled at me. "Hey. Billy wanted me to drop this by to you. You left before
he had a chance to tell you his news, so he gave me this to give you." he said. I
opened it and nodded. "He deserves it. How long will he be there?" I asked. Jason
thought for a second. "Well, the contest is 2 weeks long. So he'll probably be there
at least a month, I'm guessing. Which means Zack will have to put off leaving for his
dad's to fill Billy's spot." he said. "I see. Well, tell him I said congragulations and if
anyone deserves it, it's him." I said. The next thing I knew I had invited him and we
were heading up to my room. I dashed in ahead of him and tried to find some place
to hide the beer can, but I couldn't. Eventually Jason noticed it and frowned at me.
"Tommy, where did this come from?" he asked, pointing at the can. I shrugged. "I
don't know. I came home and it was in here. Probably from my dad." I lied. Jason
narrowed his eyes at me. "Why would your dad drink in your room? And leave the
can there, especially since he knows you're not old enough to drink." he asked. I
shrugged. "Maybe he forgot about it." I suggested. He frowned. "Tommy, tell me the
truth." he said. I sighed. "I am telling you the truth." I said, stumbling over to the bed
to sit down. He frowned even more. "You've been drinking this, haven't you?" he
asked. I shook my head.
"No, of course not. Jason, I'm 17, I'm not old enough to drink." I responded.
He shook his head, his brown eyes staring into mine with deep concern. "Tommy,
tell me the truth. Have you been drinking this stuff?" he asked. There was no getting
around Jason. He could be as nice could be, but when it came to something he
didn't like, he could turn to into King Kong. I sighed, not saying or doing a thing. "You
have, haven't you? Tell me the truth, Tommy." he demanded. I nodded. "Yes. There,
you happy? You heard what you wanted to hear. Now you can leave and tell
everyone else." I screamed at him. It was a good thing my parents weren't home,
because they would have come up to see why I was yelling so loud. Instead of
moving, Jason just sat on the bed, staring at the can and looking at me sadly. "Why
Tommy? I could tell something was up, the way you kept mysteriously getting all
these headaches and you kept stumbling every time we were fighting. But I wasn't
sure why. Why are you doing this to yourself?" he asked. I sighed and reached for
the can, but Jason held it out of my reach. "Give it to me Jason." I demanded. He
shook his head. "No." he said, adamently refusing to let me have the can. I took a
step forward, stumbling again as I reached for the can. "Jason, give me the can." I
said through clenched teeth. He held it out and looked at me. "If you take this can,
it's the last time you'll ever see me. I refuse to be friends with you if you are doing
this to yourself." he said. I took the can and took a long drink, not bothering to listen
to what Jason was telling me. I didn't think he would actually do it. He glared at me
and stood up, walking towards the door. "Goodbye Tommy. When you're ready to
turn back into yourself, give me a call." he said, storming out of the room.
I kept walking until I made it to my house. I glanced at my watch and noticed
that it was 4:15, almost time to meet David. But when I entered the house, I found a
note from my mom on the kitchen table. Tommy, David called and said he can't
make it tonight. We'll be home by 11:00. That was all it said. He went to the fridge
and took out one of the beer cans and went up to his room. He hadn't planned on
being distracted by Jason dropping by unexpectedly. So when the door bell rang,
he was startled out of what he was doing. Without thinking, he left the can on his
desk and went to open the door. "Uh, hi Jase." I said, started by his unexpected
visit. He smiled at me. "Hey. Billy wanted me to drop this by to you. You left before
he had a chance to tell you his news, so he gave me this to give you." he said. I
opened it and nodded. "He deserves it. How long will he be there?" I asked. Jason
thought for a second. "Well, the contest is 2 weeks long. So he'll probably be there
at least a month, I'm guessing. Which means Zack will have to put off leaving for his
dad's to fill Billy's spot." he said. "I see. Well, tell him I said congragulations and if
anyone deserves it, it's him." I said. The next thing I knew I had invited him and we
were heading up to my room. I dashed in ahead of him and tried to find some place
to hide the beer can, but I couldn't. Eventually Jason noticed it and frowned at me.
"Tommy, where did this come from?" he asked, pointing at the can. I shrugged. "I
don't know. I came home and it was in here. Probably from my dad." I lied. Jason
narrowed his eyes at me. "Why would your dad drink in your room? And leave the
can there, especially since he knows you're not old enough to drink." he asked. I
shrugged. "Maybe he forgot about it." I suggested. He frowned. "Tommy, tell me the
truth." he said. I sighed. "I am telling you the truth." I said, stumbling over to the bed
to sit down. He frowned even more. "You've been drinking this, haven't you?" he
asked. I shook my head.
"No, of course not. Jason, I'm 17, I'm not old enough to drink." I responded.
He shook his head, his brown eyes staring into mine with deep concern. "Tommy,
tell me the truth. Have you been drinking this stuff?" he asked. There was no getting
around Jason. He could be as nice could be, but when it came to something he
didn't like, he could turn to into King Kong. I sighed, not saying or doing a thing. "You
have, haven't you? Tell me the truth, Tommy." he demanded. I nodded. "Yes. There,
you happy? You heard what you wanted to hear. Now you can leave and tell
everyone else." I screamed at him. It was a good thing my parents weren't home,
because they would have come up to see why I was yelling so loud. Instead of
moving, Jason just sat on the bed, staring at the can and looking at me sadly. "Why
Tommy? I could tell something was up, the way you kept mysteriously getting all
these headaches and you kept stumbling every time we were fighting. But I wasn't
sure why. Why are you doing this to yourself?" he asked. I sighed and reached for
the can, but Jason held it out of my reach. "Give it to me Jason." I demanded. He
shook his head. "No." he said, adamently refusing to let me have the can. I took a
step forward, stumbling again as I reached for the can. "Jason, give me the can." I
said through clenched teeth. He held it out and looked at me. "If you take this can,
it's the last time you'll ever see me. I refuse to be friends with you if you are doing
this to yourself." he said. I took the can and took a long drink, not bothering to listen
to what Jason was telling me. I didn't think he would actually do it. He glared at me
and stood up, walking towards the door. "Goodbye Tommy. When you're ready to
turn back into yourself, give me a call." he said, storming out of the room.
